After Huo Yichen left, Murong Qiao was not in the mood to take another nap to beat the jet lag.
She was sitting on the chaise longue by the balcony, basking in the warm afternoon sun, casually scrolling through travel posts about country X on her mobile phone.
Suddenly a call popped up from the top of the screen, and the caller was An Nuo.
"Hello?" Murong Qiao clicked on the connection and put it to his ear.
Annuo's voice was as lively as ever. "Joe, have you gotten off the plane yet?"
"Well, I'm already in the hotel, here..." Glancing at the gorgeous colorful colors outside, Murong Qiao gave a little comnt. "not bad."
"I really envy you..."
An Nuo said enviously, "I just announced my engagent with everyone and then went on a trip. You didn't know it. A lot of dia wanted to take pictures of your news."
"It would be great if I could go on a trip with you anyti...Every day is work." She couldn't help sighing.
There is always endless work to do and endless scripts to read every day. Thinking of Murong Qiao lying in the hotel and going to find sothing delicious and fun, An Nuo feels that his resentnt is about to materialize.
Murong Qiao also joked, "The fans are almost running for 10 million, big star, what are you worrying about?"
"Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated you on moving yet, and I'll give you a housewarming gift. When I go back, will I have another al when I'm free?" She rembered this.
Since An Nuo moved, Murong Qiao was busy at that ti, so he didn't care about it for the ti being, but it's not easy to ignore it all the ti.
As soon as moving was ntioned, An Nuo suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and there was no response.
"An Nuo?" It wasn't until Murong Qiao called her twice that An Nuo suddenly answered as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"I am here…"
Anuo responded casually, fiddled with the fruit in front of him casually.
When Murong Qiao ntioned moving house just now, An Nuo rembered the embarrassing ti when Murong Chen t Murong Chen while shopping for vegetables.
Although the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with it, An Nuo always cared a little bit, and also felt the difference between him and Murong Chen.
"I always feel, do you have sothing on your mind?" Murong Qiao frowned.
At any rate, they have lived together for such a long ti, and Murong Qiao knows what An Nuo is thinking about, or how to react to various things.
Anuo answered vaguely, "As for those work matters..."
She subconsciously did not express her thoughts.
It’s sothing that I didn’t say anything about, but An Nuo always thinks it’s aningless to let Joe know about it.
Although An Nuo's answer seed to be correct, Murong Qiao always felt that sothing was wrong.
It's a pity that the two are talking on the phone now, so Murong Qiao can't judge too much information.
"I'm going to pay the bill when I'm shopping here, Joe, so I'll hang up first!" An Nuo's hurried voice sounded again, and without giving Murong Qiao any ti to react, the phone hung up imdiately.
Even hanging up has a sll of running away in a hurry.
An Nuo watched the phone return to the initial interface, showing that the call ended, and heaved a sigh of relief as if he was relieved.
She already felt that she couldn't hide anything. If Murong Qiao asked a few more questions, An Nuo felt that she really couldn't hide anything.
She took the materials she bought today to the supermarket counter to check out.
Fate is ingenious, the person who checks out is the little girl I t in the supermarket last ti.
"Huh? Where's your boyfriend? Why are you shopping alone again?" The little girl was surprised when she saw that it was An Nuo.
An Nuo just forgot about this matter a bit, but when the little girl ntioned it like this, he blushed imdiately.
She coughed lightly, shook her head and said nothing.
After all, it's not easy to really admit that Murong Chen is her boyfriend.
Although the probability that the other party can co to this kind of supermarket to buy things is so slim that it is almost zero, but in case the misunderstanding is caused by him, An Nuo feels a little embarrassed.
If An Nuo didn't speak, the little girl could make up 10,000 little stories in her heart.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you the bill, is it cash or QR code?" The little girl stopped asking.
Annuo directly scanned the QR code to pay, and then quickly left with the purchased items.
Fortunately, this ti she learned the previous lesson and did not buy a lot of things at one ti. In addition, her ho is very close to the supermarket, so she took the elevator and went ho.
Since not living with Murong Qiao, An Nuo also has the habit of living alone, and sotis he is more used to eating fast food instead of careful preparation.
This made An Nuo more and more like those artists, but after Murong Qiao was gone, An Nuo always felt that the room was less popular and lively.
She randomly found a takeaway to place an order, and then went to wash so fruit, so she wanted to read the script while waiting for the takeaway to familiarize herself with the plot.
But the script, which is usually clearly understandable every word, seems to have added a particularly rebellious character tonight, as if the lines are full of pride, and An Nuo is struggling to prevent her from understanding the aning.
It’s probably the kind that is said on the Internet, “Every word can be understood when you take it apart, but when you put it together, it becos an appearance you don’t know.”
Pata.
The script was put back on the coffee table by An Nuo, and she knew that she couldn't read it today.
She couldn't help thinking of Murong Chen.
I obviously didn’t think about it for a few days before, but today it seems that things are going to be reversed, and I was ntioned by others not just once or twice.
"Your takeaway has arrived—" There was a knock on the door suddenly.
An Nuo hurriedly got up and went to open the door, "Here we co."
She looked through the cat's eyes and opened the door to take it after confirming that it was the rider.
As soon as the door opened, just in ti to et Murong Chen who had just co out of the elevator, An Nuo froze at the door.
It was the rider, who rushed to deliver the next order after the takeaway was placed in An Nuo's hands. He was so hurried that only An Nuo and Murong Chen were left.
Everyone has seen it, so it’s not easy to retreat without saying hello.
An Nuo was carrying the takeaway in one hand, so he had to free the other hand, and had to open the door to greet Murong Chen.
"Morning—no, good evening." An Nuo almost tied his tongue nervously.
Every ti when facing Murong Chen, it is clear that the other party has no pressure on her, but An Nuo always has an indescribable sense of tension.
Murong Chen walked in front of her, glanced at the takeaway, "Good evening."
Just the short ti An Nuo stayed at the door, the aroma of fried chicken in the takeaway bag wafted out.
"Don't artists want to manage their body?" Murong Chen asked casually.
An Nuo's face turned red imdiately, and he couldn't help defending himself in a low voice. "It's clearly the first ti I've eaten this month."
And this month is already the end of the month, Murong Chen rembered.
An Nuo is not like a singer and dancer who desperately needs to manage her figure. In addition, she recently received a new script that requires her to gain a little weight, so she ordered fried chicken.
As a result, I didn't expect to order such a rare ti, and was bumped into by Murong Chen.
After An Nuo finished speaking, seeing that Murong Chen had remained silent, he added weakly to defend himself.
"It's really just a al."
People were standing in front of him, Murong Chen looked at An Nuo's figure and nodded in agreent, then felt that what he said was really inappropriate.
"Then—shall I order you another?"
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